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After Xiaohua who had obtained the fragments took it back into her body, Meng Jiao and Mo Yanchen hurried back to Tianxuan in the sect the day before.

Because the master and disciple had not appeared for a long time, and Mo Yanchen's appearance had changed, they immediately caused a commotion wherever the sect passed.

She was wearing a long blue robe, the hem of which fluttered gently as she descended.

The skinny and childish boy has become a tall pine tree after three years of experience.

His temperament is extraordinary, and his every move and gesture is exactly the same indifferent and cold as that of the Immortal Master Lanmeng.

He walked calmly, finished calculating the mission points, and then quickly flew towards Qingxuan Peak.

Some female cultivators couldn't help but sigh as they looked at his stunning back.

"Wow, this little master is like this. I heard that he practices the Way of Love. I wonder which sister will get the favor. He is only sixteen now, right? He is really skilled in flying the sword!"

However, the protagonist who was being talked about by the crowd was running to the redemption hall with the points sign in his hand.

He exchanged more than a dozen different kinds of edible spiritual beasts for his master...

Meng Jiao lay leisurely on the recliner, flipping through the secret book about the formation.

Little did they know that at this time, regardless of whether it was the human race or the demon race, her portrait with red clothes and red eyes began to spread everywhere...

Jiemie watched as the Anbu handed the portrait of the human race into his hands, and his face was filled with confusion.

What on earth did this person do to deserve more scolding than thanking her?

It seems like they can't tell friend from foe...

On the day of the sect's internal competition, Meng Jiao was arranged to sit at the top as a mascot.

It turned out that the news of her advancement on the battlefield was reported back to the sect, and the Dan Palace and Qi Sect also came to thank her for the secret realm.

Plus, when she came back, her strength was not concealed at all...

At that time, she was still in the Demon Palace, so she knew nothing about all this.

Therefore, she didn’t know that the disciples had been looking forward to her appearance today for a long time.

I only hope to gain a little favor from her, or have the opportunity to become her disciple, so that I can get a glimpse of the secrets of being struck by lightning every few months.

Mo Yanchen skillfully placed the spiritual fruits and tea in front of Meng Jiao, then put aside the schedule he had made last night and patiently instructed,

"Master, don't be greedy for the cold tea. I will be back soon."

Waving at him, Meng Jiao tried to remain cool in front of outsiders.

Mo Yanchen saw that she had clearly heard about his competition but did not tell him anything, and his face immediately darkened.

Master is so serious, does he really want to recruit someone back to Qingxuan Peak?

Meng Jiao didn't notice this, she just didn't want to highlight his specialness too much at this time,

Monks are also human beings, and as human beings they have bad natures.

No matter what he does, if he wins, he will be said to be dishonorable, and if he loses, he will be said to be incompetent.

It would be better to wait for the results to come out, and then she will have the final control.

With a sullen face, Mo Yanchen stepped onto the competition stage and deliberately controlled his outward strength to the peak of foundation building.

It was just because he was in a really bad mood and was in a hurry to go back to fend for his master, so everyone who competed with him finished as soon as they started.

It was at this time that the elders and disciples in the sect realized that he was a rare light element.

Not to mention that this attribute is rare in this continent, he has already reached the peak of foundation building at the age of just over sixteen.

Doesn't that mean his spiritual roots are at least of heavenly quality!

Even Hua Qin was a little surprised by such talent, but once the light system comes out, can the demons really sit still?

Thinking of the many so-called geniuses who died young, Hua Qin silently communicated with Meng Jiao.

"My dear, that child is extremely talented, but is he a little too popular? I'm worried..."

Meng Jiao was still watching the game on the surface, but her mind had already switched to the other fragment maps switched to by the system. When she was reminded by Hua Qin and heard the concern in her words, she readily agreed.

"Well, when he comes back I'll tell him to be more restrained. He really shouldn't attack his fellow disciples too hard."

Hearing this, Huaqin hesitated to speak. No, is this what she meant?

When Mo Yanchen stepped down from the stage, he intentionally gave a look to Xu Meng, who was standing in the crowd with an unpleasant expression.

He had a deep impression of this man. After all, he was the first one who dared to publicly say that he wanted to become the master's disciple.

The sun is rising, and the orange sunlight shines through the bamboo leaves, leaving mottled shadows on the ground.

The spiritual beasts in the back mountain were startled by Mo Yanchen practicing sword early in the morning and began to chirp one after another.

I was restless and could only dispel the depression in my heart by practicing sword.

Mo Yanchen's mind kept lingering on the scene on the way back yesterday when his master asked him to restrain himself.

How could he bear it? Taking care of his master had become his habit.

If someone else were to interfere with the space between the two of them...

Even just thinking about it, he felt cold all over.

What should I do to make my Master belong to me and me alone?

The sword was too late to be retracted, and blood immediately flowed out from the place where the sword energy cut.

Mo Yanchen stared at the wound on his palm, standing there blankly, not knowing how to press the button.

His mind kept repeating the same sentence: What was he thinking about just now?

When Meng Jiao used breakfast to look for someone, she saw someone staring blankly at his hand that was bleeding.

Immediately teleported forward and tapped his forehead skillfully, quickly stroking the wound to stop the bleeding.

"Stupid, doesn't it hurt when a monk bleeds?"

Mo Yanchen came back to his senses stupidly. Look, Master is the only one in this world who cares whether he is in pain or not. How can he bear it?

Master, I seem to have some terrible delusions about you...

As the internal competition came to an end, Mo Yanchen tried hard to suppress his desire to complete his master's instructions.

He knew that he couldn't annoy his master before she accepted a new member.

But as luck would have it, he met Xu Meng in the last few rounds of the draw.

There is a saying that good words cannot persuade a ghost who wants to die. No one is born with a bad mouth, but maybe he will learn his lesson only after being slapped hard by others a few times.

So, Xu Meng, who laughed at Mo Yanchen for not being respected by Lan Meng Xianzun and whose weapon was only a rusty iron sword,

Finally, Mo Yanchen, who had never drawn his sword until now, got angry.

The long sword was unsheathed, and the murderous intent was overwhelming. The moment the two swords met, dazzling sparks burst out from the sword body.

Xu Meng's eyes were filled with disbelief. How could it be possible?

The iron sword, which he thought was his weakness, faced the heavenly sword that he had found with the help of his family.

The one who had no power to fight back was actually himself!

Mo Yanchen aimed his blows straight at his throat, but before the fight could end, he deliberately changed direction, cutting him and leaving him bleeding profusely.

Xu Meng tried to resist, but the so-called top-grade sword began to show cracks.

At this time, everyone in the audience felt relieved when they saw Xu Meng's provocation but was beaten back step by step.

It's just that when the fight lasts for a long time, people will subconsciously lean towards the weaker party.

So a few voices began to emerge in the crowd expressing their dissatisfaction with Xu Mengming.

He used his usual method to retract his sword and completely cut off Xu Meng's sword. Then Mo Yanchen bent down and bowed to the astonished referee, then walked towards the seat of honor.

Meng Jiao let the disciples below talk about it, and watched him walk towards her nervously with amusement in her heart.

"Go stand aside."